Wanted

The 1st Phase

Do you ever feel that sometimes there are things that are missing in your life? Though you feel them, you can't do anything about them. Emptiness…

Oh how I wish to fill this enternal darkness inside of me. Anything… and I mean anything…

As I sit at the back of the class letting the words come inside my ear and out the other, chit chats are made and the banging of a desk can be heard. I raise my hand and a smirk comes out of my lips.

"Yes, what's your question," his tone comes out as a demand and less of a question.

"It'd be….,' I stand up dramarically making some of my classmates snicker and some amazed "a real shame," I continue as I walk around the class looking around.

"Real, real shame…," I walk and make myself look intimidating for Mr. Dickwad over here "if everyone, heard about your secret," I grab his tie and and tug on it to make him on my level.

"Scarlette, enough of your games," Mr. West sighs and re-adjust his tie.

"Hmm…," I wrap my hands around his waist "what do you mean?" I look up to him and make a puppy dog face. Everyone is quiet but all of them knowing what I had planned, they act concerned playing along. Mr. Dickwad, whom earned his own nickname flushed red and I feel a small bulge grow between his legs. I look down and let go of him smiling.

"My goodness, I didn't know that Mr. West here has a  sensitive pretzel," I face the class and shrug my shoulders "whoops," and RIIIINGGG!!! the bell rings. Everyone laughs and exits the class.

"Yo Scarlette!" a pathetic white boy run towards me and I put on my smile.

"Yes?" I put my hands on my hips with a big grin and turn around.

"Wanna hang out with the football team?" the boy who I have forgotten the name of invites me to one of their hang outs. I notice that he's wearing his football jersey and I circle around him and put my left arm on his shoulder.

"Sure thing…, Denovan~" I seductively whisper in his ear and he just sighs.

"I'm not Mr. Pretzel over here, I have a higher tolerance," he teased back and took my arm off his shoulders.

"Boriiing!" I huff a big hair making some of my bangs fly elegantly into the wind.

"You've been doing this since freshman year, everyone is basically immune to your delinquent tendencies," Denny shakes his head as he reminiscence of the past.

"I see someone passed English class," I snicker and dance softly with my feet.

"Oh, go to hell," he says jokingly.

"I will see you there," I wink at him and run straight up the table of the brainless jocks.

"Hello nerds!" I squeezed myself in between Zach a blonde dude and Mark also blonde "would you like to  talk about my favourite math formula?" I tease them lifting up my imaginary glasses.

"Ugh, I don't even wanna talk about anything about school," Liam a brunette white dude rolls his eyes and slouches on his chair.

"Explains why you're so dumb," I say as I eat one Zach's carrots getting a middle finger from both Zach and Liam "no thanks, I don't want STD's," I continue eatinh Zach's vegetable carrots.

"By the way, there's this new kid at my class that all the chicks dig," Mark put his foot up to his chair and uses his right hand to support his face with the table.

"Oh yeah, he has this weird Japanese name, Akatsuta or something," Denny stuffs his hands in his pocket and narrows his eyebrows.

"Atsuaki, actually," a dude who I haven't seen before comes walking straight to us holding what seems like a home-made lunchbox. He had this smile he wore that I found annoying but it was similar to mine.

"Ooh, so you're the new guy!" I smiled at him warmly with which seems like no evidence of a fake smile. Just as I suspected, he was annoyed of my smile as well. He showed intent to kill with his eyes.

"Yeah, is it alright if I sit here?" Atsuaki asks but takes a seat anyways.

"Sure thing chick magnet," Mark grinned and Atsuaki laughed with him "how do you do it? What's your secret?" Mark teases.

"Well you obviously need to be good looking," Atsuaki teases back and everyone at our table tries to hold back their laughter.

"Oh come on! Don't make me look bad," Mark exclaims.

"You can always get plastic surgery," I comment which makes the whole table burst with laughter.

As the day went by, I came home to my father throwing beer bottles at my mother. I stood somewhere near them as they fought. My mother kicked my dad out of the house but he came back in by breaking our living room window and choked my mom. He raised her high to the air as he kept on strangling her.

Time slowed down and my mind went blank. As tears fall out of my face I watched my mom struggling for air. A couple of seconds later with which felt like minutes I woke up from my trance and grabbed some paper towel and held a knife.

I took that knife and killed my father. A fast swing of the knife and I stabbed his back. He dropped my mom and it was my turn to be strangled. My feet dangled in the air as I was raised up above the air. I took my knife and threw the knife at his throat. He coughed up blood and I smiled at him.

"I love you papa," I whispered sitting above his almost dead body. I took the knife still with the paper towel wrapped arround the grip and stabbed his heart slowly.

My mother was coughing and had anger in her eyes. As she yelled profanities at me I stabbed her heart slowly. As I hear her screams I smiled "I love you mama," tears ran down my cheeks and she smiled back at me and mouthed 'thank you'.

I sighed and made sure to throw away the evidence. I put the knife by the back door and took one of my dad's shoes and dipped it in the blood. Made some hurried footsteps out to our backyard that led straight to a valley full of trees and behind the trees was a river. I went to our kitchen waste incinerator and à the paper towel there. I made sure to wash my hands with bleach and then wash my hands with my father's beer. After that I never called the cops, no one. I sat there trembling and crying trying to hide my laughter.